Students emerged from their last period class as soon as the dismissing bell sounded through the hallways. Kaylie's head felt heavy as she walked to her locker. The last three classes of her day consisted of physics, AP history and AP English. She wondered who in the office would be so cruel to present her with that kind of torturous schedule.
Opening her locker, Kaylie zoned out as the numerous assignments that needed to be completed filled her head. She thought up her to-do list for the remainder of the week. She only came to when she heard another back-and-forth between Eli Navarro and Logan Echolls. She glanced as Eli, though a few inches shorter than Logan, stepped close to the 09er and spat out a threat. Logan proceeded to push Eli back a few steps. Eli rushed at Logan just as Mr. Clemmons pulled Logan out of Eli's path. Eli ran into one of the campus security guards.
"Enough, gentlemen!"
Logan shrugged himself off of Mr. Clemmons' grasped and pointed his finger at Eli threateningly.
"Ooh, I'm scared now!" Eli hollered out.
"Mr. Navarro, I said enough!"
Kaylie rolled her eyes.
"I'm so over high school," she muttered.
"Me, too!" Kaylie jumped as Veronica swiftly leaned against the locker next to Kaylie.
"God, Veronica!"
"Sorry," she said. "But if it makes you feel better, there are only 241 days left until graduation."
"Still too long to countdown from," Kaylie said. She began to organize what books she needed to bring home.
"Okay, let me take another crack at this making you feel better thing. I have come bearing news about what you wanted me to look into."
"What do you got?" "
"Do you want the good news or do you want the better news?"
"Uh…"
"The good news is really the bad news and the better news is the good news," Veronica whispered.
"Give me the good news," Kaylie said, playing along.
"Good news is that the Marcelinos, despite being a ridiculously good looking family, have their fair share of upper-class scandals."
"Surprise, surprise. Wait, do any of those scandals involve either of my parents?"
"On to the better news!" Veronica said. "None of those scandals involve either of your parents. In fact, there is no connection between the Marcelinos or the Pearces whatsoever."
"Then why the hell was my mom freaking out for?" Kaylie asked.
"My opinion? After spending my Saturday on multiple gossip sites uncovering the scandalous side of the Marcelinos, I have come to the conclusion that your mother wanted you to have nothing to do with them because she cared."
Kaylie gave her an unimpressed look.
"Kaylie, the worst I got on these people was that Jenny Marcelino got a bit too drunk at a Hollywood party and tripped on her way to their car. Her husband? He's an attorney who's had some pretty sketchy clients, but that's nothing new. Their son was rumored to have impregnated a girl and made her get an abortion. And I stress, that was rumored. While Michael Marcelino, the younger brother, just fails to live up to anything his older brother does. He's actually had a few run-ins with the law, all of which big brother was always able to get dismissed or pleaded down."
Kaylie sighed.
"Now that is disappointing."
"I can try one last time. Maybe a trip to-"
"No, Veronica, it's okay. Maybe I'm just looking way too much into it. And you're right; my mom's never been a fan of the Hollywood elites and such. Thanks for what you did find, though."
Kaylie brought out her wallet and paid Veronica her dues. After gathering the rest of her needed school books, Kaylie reached for her cellphone. Once it was on, Kaylie was bombarded with notifications of missed calls, text messages, and voicemails. She had a sinking feeling in her chest when she saw that they were all from Damien, which was no surprise.
The past weekend, Kaylie had snuck off to San Diego to spend time with him. Kaylie hoped that it would be a good time for them to reconnect after their break over the summer. Now that Damien was a freshman at college, Kaylie felt pressure to compete with the college girls she knew Damien was probably meeting. Things, however, did not go as Kaylie wanted. She shouldn't have been surprised. It didn't take long for Damien to start nitpicking about something. They were in a full blown argument in the middle of the restaurant and were asked to leave. A couple of hours later, Kaylie was in bed with him. It was all a part of their ongoing cycle of fighting and then making up with sex. She left that Sunday morning after another fight started and had been ignoring him since.
Her phone rang. Figuring a day and half was enough time for Damien to have cooled off, Kaylie answered.
"Hello?"
"So now you answer?" Damien asked. Nope, she was wrong.
"I was in school, Damien!" Kaylie cried.
"What, you don't get a lunch break? Can't even sneak a fucking text?"
"Okay, I'm not doing this," Kaylie said. "Call me when you're done being an asshole."
Kaylie continued her walk to the car. Frustration and anger bubbled up inside her. It frustrated her that she was in love with a guy like Damien. She was angry that she was still with him. A small voice inside told her, "You don't really love him." Her phone rang again and she rejected the call. Within seconds, his number glowed on the screen. Reject. By the third time, Kaylie was pushed over the edge.
"Are you fucking serious?" she said to herself. She finally flipped her phone open. "What the hell do you want, Damien?"
Kaylie heard a chorus of "Ooh" and "damn." It was then she realized she was nearing the PCHers' corner. Glancing over, she saw that their fearless leader was looking her way. She met his eyes. He broke the eye contact and scanned her face and then her body. She turned away and crossed her arms, uncomfortable with how he stared.
"You don't fucking hang up on me!" Damien's voice shouted through the phone.
Fearing how loud he was, Kaylie clicked on the end call button. Within seconds her phone rang again. Taking a deep breath, Kaylie rejected the call and proceeded to switch her phone off again. She knew it was going more harm than good, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with him. In fact, she didn't want to deal with him at all. Kaylie threw her phone in her bag and proceeded to her car.
"What took you so long?" her sister asked. "Maybe I should just start riding with Logan-"
"Don't be ridiculous," Kaylie snapped.
"What the hell's wrong with you?"
Kaylie took a deep breath and caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyes lingered on her left cheek. Even with all the makeup she put on that morning, she could still visualize where the bruises were. She saw the sadness in her own eyes. She pitied herself.
"Nothing," Kaylie finally said. She gave her sister a smile. "I'm sorry. I'm fine."
.-~*~-.
Another day down at Neptune High School. Another fight broke out, this time it was between two of the 09er guys.
'240 days left,' she told herself. As she exited the school, she saw a small crowd forming near the parking lot. She wondered if it was the part two of the fight from lunch.
As she approached, she felt someone fall into step beside her.
"Isn't that your boyfriend?" Madison asked. Kaylie felt her whole body chill to the bone.
"Wh-what?" Kaylie looked up. Through the thinning crowd, she saw a flash of red, the color of Damien's car. Kaylie took her time with reaching the parking lot. Once the rest of the crowd dispersed, Kaylie saw Damien, leaning against the hood of his red Dodge Viper. A bouquet of roses laid on the hood.
"You lucky girl," Veronica teased. Kaylie gave a small smile. "Either he really loves you or he really messed up."
"I'm sure it was cause he messed up," Mandy said, joining the two.
Kaylie chose not to reply. Instead, she turned to her sister who was already grinning from ear to ear. Kaylie sighed and handed her car keys to her sister.
"One scratch on my car, I will end your life," Kaylie warned.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mandy replied grabbing the keys from her.
"Cover for me?"
"You'll be studying at Veronica's."
Kaylie gave her thanks and bid them bye.
"I wish I had a sister who let me drive her Lexus and who covered my ass," Veronica said, giving a sigh.
She watched as Kaylie approached Damien who immediately brought her into his arms then placed a passionate kiss on Kaylie's lips. Several whoops and whistles were heard.
"Maybe a boyfriend would be good, too."
Mandy let out a scoff.
"Give it time, Veronica. You'll soon grow tired of their on-again-off-again relationship."
With that, Mandy walked off to claim her sister's car. Seeing that she now was standing alone, Veronica also began to walk to her car, all while watching Damien and Kaylie's interactions. As she passed the PCHers' territory, she realized she wasn't the only one admiring the couple.
"Like what you see, vato?" she called out as she approached Weevil, who was situated on his motorcycle.
Her question fell on deaf ears as Weevil was too busy noticing little details about the couple he was sure no one else saw. While Damien's flashy entrance with his bright red Viper caught everyone's attention, it was Kaylie's initial reaction that caught Weevil's eye. The expression on her face was one of surprise, with an underlying hint of fear. As the other girls of Neptune looked on enviously as Damien showered Kaylie with affection, Weevil saw the hesitancy on Kaylie's part. Her arms stayed limp beside her, only wrapping her arms when Damien moved them himself. Even while Damien kissed her, Kaylie seemed to pull back a little.
"Hey!" Veronica cried, clapping her hand in front of him.
"Yo! That's one way to get knocked out!"
"Don't tease me with a good time."
Weevil didn't respond as he glanced back to the couple who were now heading towards the red Viper.
"There you go again, spacing out," he barely heard Veronica say.
Weevil's eyes drifted down to Damien's hand which was gripped tightly around Kaylie's wrist. A small fire ignited inside Weevil as memories from his childhood flashed through his mind. The Viper roared to life.
"Aye, I'll meet up with you guys later!" Weevil cried.
Veronica took a step back as Weevil put his helmet on. His motorcycle roared to life and took off from the parking lot. Veronica watched as Weevil turned onto the road, following the red Viper onto the highway.
.-~*~-.
Kaylie was alone in the empty hallway, taking her time gathering her books. After a late night out with Damien, Kaylie allowed herself to sleep in. She looked up as she heard footsteps. Eli Navarro turned the corner and stopped. Kaylie looked back down as Eli continued to stare at her. Eventually, Eli resumed to his locker.
"Did it hurt?" Eli's voice boomed down the empty hall. Kaylie looked up and saw that he was looking at her.
"What?" Kaylie asked confused.
"When you ran into the door."
Kaylie said nothing.
"Yeah, it's what my ma always told me. One day it was a black eye from the door. The next day, bruises on the arm from bumping into the wall. Can you believe that? A fucking wall."
With each word that he spoke, Kaylie felt panicked. She quickly grabbed her books and shut her locker close.
"You know, you're as clumsy as my mom was," Eli said, stepping in front of Kaylie.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She stepped around him and continued down the hall.
"The shiner of yours looks like its healing; looks a lot better compared to Monday." Kaylie froze. "Maybe you need better make up, or something."
Kaylie turned to face him.
"Maybe you need to mind your own damn business," Kaylie retorted. He only smirked. "You don't even know me-"
"Kaylie, right?" Eli said, walking towards her. Kaylie regretted ever engaging with him. "Pearce? You're the new girl from San Diego. Your sister hangs out with the 09ers. You did, too, until a couple of weeks ago."
"Are you stalking me?"
"Come on, Kay."
"Don't call me that."
"People talk," Eli continued. "Especially about the new girls. By the way, if you didn't know already, the name's Weevil."
"Okay, Weevil, I would like to say it was nice meeting you, but it wasn't. You may know my name, but you still don't know me. And whatever you're suggesting-"
"What I'm suggesting is that your boyfriend uses you as his own personal punching bag." Kaylie was surprised at his bluntness. "He doesn't respect you. He's always checking up on you."
"You have no right going around accusing people-"
"So you're saying your boyfriend has never touched a single hair on that pretty, perfect head of yours?"
"No," Kaylie immediately replied.
"You're sure quick to answer. A little defensive maybe?"
"Go to hell, Weevil, and stay the fuck away from me."
Weevil watched as Kaylie walked away. He shook his head as he replayed her words. It was similar to what his mother told him after he tried defending her from her then boyfriend. Weevil felt the old pain of his mother choosing her boyfriend over him. All throughout the day, Weevil was in a depressed mood. Even after Logan purposely bumped into him, Weevil didn't take the bait. He merely sent Logan a glare and continued on his way.
Once the dismissal bell freed him from school, Weevil headed straight to his motorcycle. A loud revving caught his attention. He cursed under his breath as the bright red Viper pulled into the parking lot. He hopped on his motorcycle and his other friends followed suit. He took a second to look over at where the Viper parked. Kaylie's boyfriend was leaning against the hood again, pushing himself off only when Kaylie came into view. Her reaction still lacked the excitement that other girls usually had when seeing their boyfriend. But once she caught sight of him looking, Kaylie initiated a kiss with her boyfriend. Weevil laughed bitterly to himself.
'Not everyone wants to be saved.' That's what he was told by his grandma the day his mom left them for her boyfriend. Weevil heard the revving of the guys' motorcycles. He placed his helmet on and took off behind his gang.
.-~*~-.
Kaylie remained silent as Damien and his friends joked around. After picking her up from school, they headed to the boardwalk to meet up with his three new friends he met from college. All through their early dinner, Kaylie didn't have much to contribute. The conversation centered on their new college life; something that was unfamiliar to Kaylie. She looked out the window, watching the sun slowly set over the waves.
"You ready, babe?" Damien asked, interrupting her serene moment. She only nodded her response.
"You alright?" Tommy asked Kaylie. "You were pretty quiet."
"That's because you dummies kept talking," Rochelle said. Kaylie gave a small laugh.
"She gets like that from time to time," Damien said. Kaylie gave him a look. "What? You do! But you know what they say about the quiet ones, though, right?"
The group all laughed. Kaylie did the same, yet she felt her face burn.
"Yo, I'll play you!" Randall cried to Tommy, pointing to the basketball game. Rochelle followed the two, leaving Damien and Kaylie alone.
"You ready to head out?"
"Yeah, I still got homework to do still."
"You can do that later, right?" Damien said, as he got close and pulled her closer. Kaylie's body stiffened. Damien narrowed his eyes at her and she slowly relaxed into his hold. He placed a kiss on her lips then slowly trailed down to her jaw then neck. Kaylie closed her eyes and tried to remember back to the time when she actually enjoyed when he kissed her like that. Damien pulled her body against his. Kaylie gently pushed him away.
"Damien, stop, we're in public."
"I can fix that," he said as he tugged for her to follow him. "Tommy, you got your keys?"
"Yeah, why-"
"I'll trade you," Damien said, throwing his keys to Tommy.
"Aye, you better not mess up my car!"
Kaylie's heart dropped as she realized where Damien was taking her. Tommy's shiny, black Escalade was parked towards the end of the lot, away from all the other cars.
"Damien, I am not having sex in that guy's car," Kaylie said, letting go of his hand.
"Come on, babe, just real quick."
"Damien-"
Damien ignored his girlfriend's protests and grabbed her hand and pulled her along. He helped her into the back seat and closed the door.
.-~*~-.
Kaylie straightened up her shirt before hopping out of the SUV. Using the tinted windows as her mirror, she ran her fingers through her hair. Damien soon got out, still buttoning up his shirt. Kaylie ignored the feeling in her stomach. Damien placed a hand on her back and she focused on not flinching. He placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Uh, can you bring me home?" Kaylie asked. "My parents are probably wondering where I'm at."
"Yeah." Damien took her hand in his and they walked in silence back to the board walk. Kaylie stopped abruptly as she saw Weevil and his crew hanging out on the beach. She noticed the motorcycles spread out over four parking spaces. Weevil made direct eye contact. Kaylie wondered how long they had been there for.
"What's wrong babe?" Damien asked. He noticed the group of guys loitering near the beach. Damien pulled her closer and threw an arm around her shoulders. Kaylie noticed Weevil chuckle. She looked away and held on to Damien a little tighter.
.-~*~-.
Sleep. It was the only thing Kaylie wanted. Due to her being out with Damien yet again, she had to pull an all-nighter just to get her homework finished.
"Someone looks-"
"If you can't say something nice, Wallace," Kaylie warned.
"Here," he said, handing her a packet of papers.
"What's this?"
"I copied my notes from today for you. I saw you nodding off-" Kaylie hugged him.
"You are a life saver. I thought I was going to have to read the chapter-"
"Hey! Get off my best friend!" Veronica yelled.
"Well, your best friend really is the best. He saved me maybe two hours of reading tonight," Kaylie explained.
"Two extra hours to spend with your lover?" Veronica teased.
Kaylie felt her chest tighten.
"Or not," Wallace said, noting her reaction.
"Trouble in paradise, again?" Veronica asked, remembering what Mandy had told her.
"No, no," Kaylie replied. "It's just he's been coming by a lot, which is nice, it's great, really. But he just doesn't seem to remember what high school is like. Or the fact that I'm taking two AP classes and need more study time than normal."
"Why don't you just tell him?" Wallace asked. Kaylie laughed.
"Yeah, I should, huh?" Kaylie said, laughing even more.
Her two friends looked at one another.
"I declare you, delirious," Veronica said. The three walked out of the school together.
"I'll see you ladies later," Wallace said.
"Bye, Wallace," Kaylie and Veronica said in unison.
As the two girls continued to walk, Kaylie scanned the parking lot. No sign of the red Viper everyone now associated with her. Kaylie felt the tightness around her chest loosen.
"Lookin' a little relieved that your boyfriend of yours ain't here today," Weevil said. Kaylie narrowed her eyes at him. She realized that his gang seemed interested in their conversation. It made her wonder if they knew about her and Damien's relationship, too.
"Dude, what happened to your face?" Veronica asked, mimicking one of the 09er guys.
"You should see the other guy," Weevil replied with a smirk. His posse all snickered in the background.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Veronica," Kaylie said, not wanting to be around the PCHers another second.
"What about me?" Weevil asked, throwing out his arms.
"Ugh," Kaylie groaned as she rolled her eyes.
"You really know how to charm all the girls," Veronica teased as she, too, walked away.
.-~*~-.
Kaylie got in her car and turned on the engine. She adjusted the AC and flipped open her phone. Kaylie sighed as she saw that there were three new messages awaiting her, all from Damien.
'What's he going to bitch about now?' Kaylie wondered.
It hadn't been that long since she last checked her phone, but the amount of text from him filled her with dread.
Call me when u can. Only sent half an hour ago.
Im in the hospital. Kaylie hesitated on the message. She wasn't sure if it was just a ploy to have her react right away or if he was actually serious.
Im getting discharged this afternoon. I want to see u before I leave.
Kaylie hit Damien's speed dial just as Mandy jumped in the passenger's seat.
"What's-" Kaylie put her finger to her lips.
"Babe-"
"Are you really in the hospital?"
"Yes! Why would I lie about that?" Damien said, sounding annoyed.
"Which hospital?"
"There's only on in Neptune," Damien cried. "Pay attention, Kaylie!"
Kaylie glanced over at her sister who was too busy on her cellphone to have heard Damien's response.
"Okay, I'll be there."
After dropping her sister off at home, Kaylie arrived at the hospital 45 minutes later. Damien was sitting in a wheelchair when Kaylie entered the room.
"About damn time," he said once she was in. Upon entering the room she saw that Randall and Tommy were there, too.
"I had to drop off-"
"It's fine," Damien said, in a dismissive tone.
"Hey, you guys should get the car around," Rochelle said, entering the room. "Oh, hey, Kaylie."
"Hi."
"Alright," Tommy said. "Who's driving the Viper?"
Damien groaned. Kaylie knew he didn't like anyone else driving his car.
"You shouldn't be driving," Rochelle reminded him.
"Fine, Tommy-"
"What?" Randall cried.
"Dude, we'll split the trip," Tommy suggested. With that, the two passed by Kaylie without a single word.
"So, what happened?"
"I got fucking jumped," Damien exclaimed.
"What? By who?" Kaylie asked, concerned.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to ask for their names." Rochelle looked shocked at Damien's reaction.
"Uh, Rochelle, can you give us a minute?" Kaylie asked. Rochelle slowly nodded her head and excused herself. Kaylie sighed. "I'm sorry I was late. I had to drop Mandy off at home."
Damien didn't reply. Kaylie walked over to him and squatted in front of him. She took his hand in his.
"Are you okay? What did the doctors say?"
"That I just took a hell of a beating," Damien said.
Kaylie noted the blackened left eye as well as the split lip.
"Bruised ribs," Damien continued as he slowly lifted his shirt. Kaylie eyed the bruising around his torso. "Hurts like a bitch."
Kaylie bit back the urged to say "I know."
"Did you file a police report?"
"No, I don't have time to deal with the fucking stupid ass Sheriff. I'll handle this shit on my own," Damien said.
"What do you mean?"
"Those fucking bikers won't know what's coming to them."
"Bikers?" Kaylie asked, her interested piqued. "They were the ones who jumped you?"
"Yeah, fucking low lives. Probably saw my car and tailed me. Three of them cut me off and then the rest surrounded me."
"Did you get a good look at them?" Kaylie asked.
"Fucking pussies kept their helmets on." Kaylie nodded.
"Do you think it was the same bikers from the beach?"
"No doubt, that's probably where they first eyed me."
"What are you planning on doing?"
"I don't know yet, but I'll make sure they regret ever messing with me."
Kaylie felt chills run down her spine. She saw the look in Damien's eyes. It was the same look he had when he was blinded with rage. Nothing good ever came whenever Damien had the look.
.-~*~-.
"You're seriously skipping today?" Mandy asked, Kaylie pulled up in front of the school.
"Yeah."
"I hope you know that you owe me, like a lot."
"I know," Kaylie groaned. She didn't want to think about what her sister would ask in return. She would probably ask to drive her car.
"Wait, how am I gonna get home?"
"Well, I guess now you have a reason to ask Logan for a ride," Kaylie suggested. "Just, you know, be careful with him, okay?"
Kaylie sat in the driver's seat as Mandy got out. She waited until Mandy was in the school before cutting the engine. She walked towards the PCHers' corner. Weevil straightened up once he saw her walking his way.
"Hey, uh, Weevil! Can I talk to you for a second?" Kaylie asked, avoiding eye contact with him and the rest of the PCHers.
Kaylie ignored the comments from the other PCHers. Weevil moved away from his motorcycle and Kaylie motioned him to follow her. She walked a good distance away from the PCHers who were trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"What can I do for you, miss?" Weevil asked when they finally stopped.
"What the hell did you do? Are you out of your mind?" Kaylie cried. Her tone was serious, but she made sure to keep her voice low.
"Wait, wait, back up. What is it that you think that I did?"
"You jumped Damien."
"Damien?" Weevil asked, offering a confused look.
"My boyfriend? You and that gang of yours jumped him and sent him to the hospital!"
"Okay, first of all, we are not a gang. And second, I cannot confirm or deny these allegations that are being made against me and my friends."
"I know it was you! He specifically said a gang of bikers clad in black leather jackets."
"We are not the only ones-" Kaylie gave him a look. "Okay, maybe my boys and I did jump someone. Whether or not it was your boyfriend, I wouldn't know."
Kaylie scoffed.
"I mean, come on," he continued. "All these white boys look the same. Driving around in their-"
"Okay, look," Kaylie interrupted. She wasn't there to argue about what he did. "You can deny it all you want, but we both know that it was you and your friends. Now, I'm only going to say this once: Damien's not going to let this go. He will find a way to get back at you."
"Wait, are you threatening me for your boyfriend?" Weevil asked incredulously.
"No, I'm giving you a heads up." Weevil looked surprised with her revelation. "With your obvious dislike for rich, privileged, white boys, I'm sure you know that people like them can do a lot of damage to people who cause them problems. Trust me when I saw that Damien is certainly no different."
"For someone who's dating a rich privileged, white boy, you sure seem to dislike people like him."
"I don't-"
"Are you speaking from experience, hm? Is that how he's been keeping you around? Is that why you keep staying with him even though-"
Kaylie looked away.
"And all this time I thought you were just too stupid to walk away," he said, his usual hard tone of voice softened.
Kaylie finally looked back at him.
"Just be careful, Weevil."
Weevil watched Kaylie walked away. He couldn't believe that she, of all people, was telling him to be careful. Having been in and out of juvie since he was 12, Weevil was used to trouble. He also certainly wasn't scared of fighting back. Kaylie, on the other hand… Weevil wondered how long she'd been putting up with the abuse. He wondered what the asshole had on Kaylie to make her stay. He wondered what it would take to make it stop.
"Hey, Weevil!" Thumper called. "You coming in or are you just going to stand there and look at that fine ass walk away?"
Weevil smirked and glanced back at Kaylie who got back in her car. His eyebrow rose in question as she drove out of the school parking lot.
"Where the hell is she going?" he muttered to himself.
"Weevil!"
"I'll catch up," he replied as he saw the familiar black Le Baron convertible.
Veronica made eye contact with him and he gave his little nod. He practically saw her groan.
"It's too early for this," Veronica told him.
"Yeah," Weevil said seriousness off the bat. "Uh, so, going through this little back and forth we got going, I realized that it's your turn to owe me a favor."
"No, Weevil, I will not shine that tiny bald head of yours."
"Come on, V, if I told you once, I told you twice. This bald head of mine is nothing but tiny."
"Walked right into that one," Veronica sighed. "What do you want?"
"I need you to look into someone for me. Find out as much as you can."
"Do you want to know if he has a tiny bald head too?" Veronica cracked.
"Funny."
"Who's the subject?"
"Uh, Damien."
"Damien?"
"I didn't exactly catch his last name."
Veronica gave him a look.
"Well, is he a student here? Maybe-"
"No. He's a college boy."
"Do you at least know how he looks?" Veronica asked, trying to glean as much information to help her.
"Uh, tall, white, rich?" Veronica groaned. "He drives a red Viper."
"Oh?" Veronica asked. Her eyes widened and lit up with interest. She gave him a smile. "Now we're getting somewhere. You want me to look into Kaylie's boyfriend. And why-"
"I'm not paying you to ask questions," Weevil snapped.
"You're not paying me at all. This is a favor remember?"
"Just see what you can find, alright? The sooner the better."
"For someone who needs a favor, you sure are very rude and bossy."
"Look," he began. "It's important, alright, V?"
Seeing the seriousness on his face, Veronica nodded.
"Okay, yeah, I'll see what I can dig up."
Weevil nodded his head in thanks and walked ahead of Veronica into Neptune High School.
